Burnt

After this past weekend of b-e-a-utiful weather, i am paying for it. I'm a cooked turkey. Ok, more like a lobster. In a few days I will be peeling like a snake. Those of you who remember the high school band camp "tans," imagine that times 10. Needless to say, I'm in a little pain. It's not too bad, probably because I'm used to it, and we all know that I tend to look worse than it really is. The only part of me that really hurts is my neck.

I don't really mind being burnt except for everyone walking up to me and telling me that I'm burnt. Well no shit Sherlock, here's your sign. Why is it when you want to get sun, you never do, and you get fried when you least expect it? Also, if I hear any one of the following phrases, or variation of, again, someone is going to die.

- Ohhh, you look burnt
- Does that hurt?
- You're really red
- How did that happen?
- Did you put on sunblock?
- Do you need aloe?
- I have sunblock if you need it (umm...it's too late now, genius)
- Where did you go?

Also, I would like to thank my Dad and the genes from his side of the family for the wonderful ability to burn!